Imperial Crown.

Chapter 82: Fight! Win!
At Fangmapo, the Eagle Army was ready for battle.

At the entrance, sword and shield soldiers were arranged in an arc shape, and behind them, spearmen stood with their spears held high.

The soldiers exhaled bursts of white air, which were quickly blown away by the biting cold wind. Everyone's face was filled with tension and they kept moving their hands and feet restlessly.

Boom, boom, boom...

The thunderous sound of horse hooves came, from weak to strong, and the soldiers could clearly feel the earth shaking. They clenched their weapons in their hands, with fear in their nervousness, and a hint of excitement in their fear.

The horse thieves are finally here!
At the end of the sight, the snow was rising like a white dust storm. The horse thieves were coming in this dust storm. I didn't know whether they brought up the snow or the snow swept them away.

Right at the front of the horse thieves' group, a blood-red warhorse was raising its four hooves, the knight on the horse was holding the reins with one hand, and the red-and-black-eagle battle flag belonging to the Griffith family was fluttering behind it.

It was Vesdon.

As planned, he went to the Scorpion's Nest to provoke, where he cursed loudly and used all his life's learning to give cordial greetings and in-depth verbal exchanges to the King of Sand and his three generations of relatives.

The result is obvious -

It was a huge success!

Visdon's riding skills were indeed superb. Even though the people following him were all experienced horse thieves and there were also some Warcraft mounts under their crotches, they were still left further and further behind by him.

He urged his horse to go around the edge to the horse-grazing slope. The soldiers opened a passage for Weston to rush back to the center of the formation and stand side by side with Eric.

"Mission accomplished!"

"Thank you for your hard work." Eric's eyes were fixed on the horse bandits, and his fists under his gauntlet were clenched white.

At least one hundred and fifty horse bandits, all wearing iron armor!

After the casualties along the way, the number of his soldiers, including Simon and Visdon, was only 106.

“No, it’s okay…” Weston gasped heavily, and clouds of white mist came out of his mouth: “I’m not tired!”

He turned his horse's head and looked at the horse thieves: "Eh? Why didn't they rush over?"

At the same time, "Poison Hook" Jose also asked a similar question: "Eugene, why did you order them to stop? Wouldn't it be better to follow the baron and disrupt their formation?"

"Something's wrong." Eugene looked at Fangma Slope with a serious look in his eyes. "I doubt that man is Raven. How could a baron lure the enemy himself and curse so harshly?"

"It's no surprise that a 'little bee' of low birth has a foul mouth." Jose sneered, "Besides, look behind him, there's the Eagle Army's battle flag."

Eugene shook his head. "It's not just that. There's a problem with their numbers."

He stretched out his finger and made a line: "Look, he has blocked all the soldiers at the entrance of Fangmapo Slope. This is not a problem in itself, but a rough look shows that there are only about 70 people, and at least 30 of them have been hidden by him."

"I understand." Jose picked his ear impatiently. "It's just the reserve team. You regular army soldiers like to do this."

"I'm not joking." Eugene's face darkened. "Don't forget, Anderson died at their hands!"

"So what? Just because he can defeat you with equal numbers doesn't mean he can defeat me!" Jose's face turned cold: "Pass the order, follow the established tactics, those who are good at shooting follow me!"

"There are only thirty people hiding. I will force them out right away!"

The military order had already been issued, and Eugene's rebuttal would only create chaos. Moreover, he could not see through Eric's thoughts for a moment - this kind of tactic was not written in the Iron Legion's manual!

"drive!"

Jose drove his warhorse and galloped out, and then the whole army began to boil like a pot of hot porridge. Horse thieves with bows in hand kept leaving the army and following him. Soon, more than sixty archers were gathered and followed Jose.

Seeing the bandits moving, Eric gave the order: "Form a formation!"

The military drums sounded, and the Eagle Army at Fangmapo also began to move.

The sword and shield soldiers and spearmen knelt on one knee at the same time. The former held their shields upright in front of their bodies, while the latter placed their spears on the shoulders of the former and lowered their heads to minimize their exposure to the arrows.

Gole was squatting in the middle of the first row of sword and shield soldiers. Even his palms holding the shield began to sweat slightly.

Boom, boom, boom!
The thieves riding archers and horses trampled through the snow and rushed over from the west side of Fangmapo.

When he was nearly fifty meters away from the formation, Jose suddenly exerted force with his legs, and the mount under his crotch understood his master's intention and turned to the east. He took off the bow behind him, drew the arrow to the full, the bow was like a full moon, and then he released the bowstring, and the feathered arrow flew out into the air.

whoosh-

The arrow flew over a distance of fifty meters and hit a shield on the side of Gore. With a snap, the shield broke into pieces. The soldier holding the shield crashed into the spearman behind him and both rolled into a ball. The palms of their hands were cracked and bleeding!

Gao Er's breathing stagnated, and he shouted reflexively: "Move, fill in the position!"

In the tense atmosphere, the sword and shield soldiers moved quickly and soon filled the missed gaps, but the originally complete formation was still slightly distorted.

The next moment, the sixty or so horse thieves with bows behind Jose turned their horses' heads at almost the same position.

The whole team seemed to be in disorder, but they drew a perfect arc and released the arrows in their hands one after another!

The sound of whizzing through the air was endless, and arrows came like a swarm of bees, hitting the shield like rain!
There were frequent clanging sounds, and most of the arrows were nailed to the shields. Only a few passed through the gaps in the shields and landed on a few unlucky people.

Gore is one of these unlucky guys.

He felt a heat on his shoulder, and then a feather arrow was stuck in it.

"Dry!"

Gao Er spat, reached out and grabbed the tail of the arrow and pulled it hard. The arrow fell into his hand, and then his face was stunned.

He thought he didn't feel the pain because he was nervous, but it was not difficult to pull it out, and there was no blood on the feather arrow in his hand.

At a distance of fifty meters, the semi-demonized leather armor can completely resist the shooting of the cavalry bow!

"Don't be afraid! Those bastards can't penetrate our armor!" he shouted loudly.

At the same time, Jose, who had made a circle, had come back and led his team to launch a second round of arrow rain attack.

His feather arrow was intercepted by Gower, and one of the Eagle Army was slightly injured - a spearman did not act according to discipline, did not lower his head enough, and was grazed on the cheek by an arrow.

Then comes the third round!
This time, the fear in the hearts of the sword and shield soldiers in the front row has faded away, their hands have become steadier, their postures have become more standard, and they have fully demonstrated the results of their training, without any casualties!
They gradually discovered that the horse bandits they had feared before were nothing more than that in the face of their training and equipment.

Just as the bandits were about to march away and prepare for the next counterattack, Goyle stood up at Eric's instruction, slapped his sword against his shield and shouted, "Don't run, you coward! Do you only have the energy to tickle us?!"

The sword and shield soldiers understood what he meant. They stood up and imitated Goyle, shouting all kinds of harsh words to vent their frustration:
"Horse thieves? Pah! I think they are just a bunch of wimps!"

"Come on, keep shooting, I can hold on until I die!"

"Run! Four legs are faster than two legs!"

The sound was soon drowned out by the sound of horse hooves, but the smiles on their faces and their actions showed their disdain and contempt.

Jose was so angry that his teeth were itching!
Although he was angry, Jose did not lose his mind. He led the team to reunite with Eugene: "Damn it, did these guys drink the holy water of the Lord of Light? How come the cavalry archery tactics have no effect at all!"

"They came from afar, and they are outnumbered. How could they be easily destroyed by a few rounds of arrows from you?" Eugene said calmly, "The material of their leather armor is not ordinary."

"Stop talking nonsense! I also know that there is something fishy about their equipment." Jose rubbed his chin, "I know you don't like me, and I don't like you either, but today this is the order from the boss himself. What I want to ask is, what should we do next?"

"Surround them." Tiedun immediately proposed a plan that he had prepared long ago: "They came from the Eagle Territory, and they have limited baggage. They may not lack water or food in the short term, but their fuel is definitely limited."

"It's freezing cold. We just need to surround them for ten days or half a month. When their fuel runs out, they will have no choice but to surrender or break out by force!"

"Tsk." Jose looked Eugene up and down, his eyes full of sarcasm and disdain: "Why didn't you bring up this idea in front of the boss?"

Eugene was silent.

Jose looked at the Eagle Army's formation with hatred on his face: "Because you know that the boss will never agree to this tactic."

"And I tell you, I won't agree to that either!"

"We are horse thieves! We are subordinates of the 'Sand King'. If we choose such a stupid method when facing a mob, we will be defeated even if we win!"

"I am also thinking about Lord Sand King!" Eugene argued, "Your three rounds of archery just now had little effect. I have been observing that the enemy's formation was only slightly disrupted at the beginning."

"This shows that the training level of these soldiers is definitely not low. They are not just a mob!"

"Attacking a formation like this will definitely come at a terrible price!"

"I knew I shouldn't have asked a coward like you for your opinion!" Jose said coldly, "They are not a mob, and we are not ordinary horse thieves!"

Jose raised his fist and said, "Pass the order down, everyone, follow me and rush forward to kill them all!"

A horse thief blew a horn, and Jose slowly rode forward. After a period of chaos, the entire horse thief army formed a spearhead formation.

Arrow, that's Jose!
"Kill them all——"

Jose shouted loudly, waved his scimitar, and rushed forward first!
A group of horse thieves rushed forward behind him like rolling waves!

This was completely different from the state when being chased and the state when executing the cavalry archery tactics. In just over two hundred meters, the speed of the warhorse was pushed to the limit.

The sounds of trampling the earth became one and the same, as loud as thunder!

This scene made the soldiers, who had just relaxed, nervous again.

Eric clenched his fists and his breathing began to quicken, and just then he heard even heavier breathing.

At a glance, I saw that Visdon's pupils were shrunk, his eyes were white and lifeless, and he was obviously nervous to the extreme!

Eric used one hand to hold his reins tightly.

Now he could see very clearly that although the horse bandits who were charging forward were carrying the flag of Helaiti, Helaiti himself was not among them.

In this battle, Visdon cannot die!
The bandits advanced rapidly, and Eric silently calculated the distance between the two sides.

Three hundred meters...two hundred meters...one hundred meters...

Eric waved his hands violently and roared an order: "Crossbow Team, stand up!"

boom--

Balls of snow exploded in the battlefield, and the crossbowmen led by Mosingam suddenly appeared on the high slope not far behind the spearmen.

They were buried in the snow before!
Shaking off their snow-stained cotton robes, the crossbowmen raised their crossbows without even wiping the snow off their faces.

Jose saw this scene and his pupils suddenly contracted.

What a patient guy, he actually saved the crossbow until now!

But the war horses had already rushed out at full speed and they absolutely could not slow down, otherwise a collision between them would be enough to cause them heavy losses.

So, Jose did not retreat but advanced, waving his whip fiercely: "Charge——"

Shining——Shinning——

The steel crossbow string contracted and expanded, shooting out the dark crossbow arrow. In the first instant, three horse thieves fell off their horses with screams, and were then trampled to pieces by their companions behind them!

Eugene in the back breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Eric is excellent in tactics, the training level of his crossbowmen is really worrying.

The loss of three people is far less than his scheming!

There is a saying among the Iron Legion: There are only three chances to shoot an arrow on the battlefield.

This means that during a cavalry charge, the defending archers only had time to fire three volleys.

The crossbowmen with a slower reloading speed only have one chance!
However, to his surprise, two more horse thieves fell off their horses, and three war horses suddenly fell to the ground howling.

Eugene looked at Eric's position and suddenly took a breath.

The crossbowmen who had just fired a round of crossbow arrows squatted down on the spot, and twelve more people came forward to shoot behind them.

A row of crossbow arrows were fired, and the row of soldiers immediately squatted down again. Behind them, the first batch of crossbowmen who shot had already loaded their bows, stood up and pulled the trigger again!

"What kind of fighting method is this!?" Eugene was stunned: "The Iron Legion doesn't have it!"

The same number of crossbowmen and the same number of crossbow arrows, if released at once, can indeed cause a large number of casualties, but the deterrence is over at the moment of release, and both sides know that they will not be able to launch the next round of shooting in a short period of time.

However, this three-stage shooting method did not reduce the lethality, but continued to deal a blow to the morale of the horse bandits!

The constant screams coming from behind made Jose's cheeks twitch with hatred and the veins on his forehead exposed.

At this moment, with a whoosh, a crossbow arrow came towards him, and Jose's scimitar, wrapped in a layer of dark green fighting spirit, chopped it up.

According to his experience, an ordinary crossbow arrow would be corroded completely after being hit like this, but this one just made a ding sound and was deflected by him.

"It's actually an enchanted crossbow arrow!?"

No wonder, most of his horse thieves were wearing chain mail, but they still suffered heavy losses one by one!

Jose felt a little uneasy. There were too many unexpected things in this battle, and he had to end it quickly!

But just as he thought of this, he heard another scream. Looking back, he saw a warhorse lying on the ground, its front hoof completely broken, and the horse thief on it was thrown out and fell to the ground, spitting blood, and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

Did the horse step on a gerbil's burrow?
But soon, the same thing happened again, and not just once!
When he clearly saw the process of a warhorse falling to the ground, Jose finally understood that Eric had ordered his men to dig countless small holes in front, and when the warhorse stepped into them, its hooves would be broken due to its own speed and weight.

But there was heavy snow everywhere, and it was impossible to tell that anything had been tampered with!

"Treacherous and despicable!" Jose shouted angrily, "Whose home court is this?!"

In just a charge of over a hundred meters, the number of more than one hundred and sixty horse bandits has been reduced by nearly thirty!

But this result did not satisfy Eric, as the gap in numbers between the two sides was still huge.

He stared at the battlefield, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

The fallen war horses and horse thieves had been trampled into a blur of flesh and blood. The entire battlefield was no longer white, but dyed red.

The hot blood melted the snow, but was immediately frozen into solid ice by the cold wind.

From time to time, the screams of horse thieves could be heard.

This scene is pure hell.

but.

These horse thieves actually turned a blind eye!
Under Jose's leadership, they were like deaf and blind people, unable to see the traps and hear the screams!

The speed of their charge did not slow down at all, and there was even a bloodthirsty look on everyone's face!
No matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end.

Just after losing more than thirty lives, the horse bandit vanguard led by Jose finally collided with the Eagle Army!
The hooves of Jose's warhorse rested on a shield.

Accelerating to the fastest speed, the warhorse's own weight of hundreds of kilograms, and the weight of Jose and his armor and weapons concentrated in one place, instantly shattering the shield into pieces.

The soldier holding the shield didn't even have time to scream before his chest collapsed. He flew backwards vomiting organs and blood from his mouth, leaving a rain of blood!
Two spears came to Jose, but he cut off the spear heads with his scimitar!

Looking at Visdon who was dazed on his horse behind him, Jose curled up a bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of his mouth and rode forward!

At the same time, the horse bandits he led also collided with the soldiers of the Eagle Army!
Some war horses relied on inertia to charge into the formation, knocking away or kicking down the sword and shield soldiers; some war horses slowed down in the face of the steel spears despite their masters' urging, and then had their front hooves chopped off by the swords and fell down, and their masters were also cut into pieces by the swords; some went completely mad and out of control, and rushed into the formation themselves, but let their masters be impaled on the spears!
The screams of people and the neighing of horses rang out one after another, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench of feces and urine filled the air!
Some horse thieves rushed into the town along the path opened up by their predecessors and went straight to the crossbowmen, intending to start a massacre.

But just after rushing out a few steps, the warhorse suddenly fell down, half of its body stuck in the snow, and the knight on horseback was thrown out. Some died on the spot, while those who were not dead had their throats cut by the crossbowmen's protective daggers!
"This can't be Eric's work!" Eugene didn't rush forward. He looked at everything that happened in front of him, his eyebrows twitching wildly, with surprise and excitement on his face: "It must be Raven, yes, it must be him!"

This new tactic broadened his horizons and made him feel that his tactics had reached a new level!

"Unfortunately... no matter how good the tactics are, the gap in strength is still too big."

He's right.

Even if various tactics were used to quickly reduce the number of horse bandits, when the two sides really entangled and collided with each other, all tactics and formations were useless.

The melee begins at this moment, and what matters is the quality of each individual soldier!
What's more, they used cavalry against infantry, and they had the advantage in numbers!

"Get out of the way!" Mosing Gan gasped, and swung the half sword with his enchanted hand, breaking the head of the horse thief who was blocking the road like splitting a watermelon. Blood sprayed all over his face and body, but he had no time to wipe it off.

He was in charge of the spearmen, and apart from the sword and shield soldiers, they were the ones who suffered the most damage!

Mosing Gan picked up a shield dropped by a horse thief and threw it to the nearest man, then walked towards the front line.

Although the battle line is in chaos, it has not collapsed yet. There is still time to plug the gap!

At this moment, a shrill scream was heard, and then a spearman flew backwards twice with flames burning on his body. He fell to the ground and lost his life after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Turning around, I saw a horse thief wearing scale armor walking slowly towards me, waving a long sword in his hand, with flames blazing on the sword!
Enchant weapons!

The eyes of both parties collided at this moment and they locked onto each other at the same time!

Mosing Gan no longer hid, the light green life force surged into his arms, and his arms suddenly became much thicker!

"First-level life force...!" A hint of surprise flashed across the Scaled Horse Thief's eyes, and then he revealed a cruel smile: "I was just worried that I would not have any merit to gain!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already stepping on the dirty snow and rushing towards Mosing Gan!

Shine——

The half-sword and the long sword collided with each other, and sparks flew everywhere!

The Scaled Horse Thief himself was a flame fighting spirit, which complemented the enchanted weapon in his hand. With just one collision, the flames flowed along the sword towards Mosing Gan.

But Moxingan also burst out with terrifying power under the blessing of life fighting spirit. The scale-armored horse thief couldn't hold the long sword steadily, and the blade hit him horizontally. Then he stepped back several steps, his eyes full of panic:
"How come you are so strong!?"

Mosing Gan had no time to answer. He swung his hands, extinguished the flame on the blade, and then took the initiative to attack!
Feel it for yourself, this is the power that has been enhanced by Baron Raven!

Seeing this, the armored horse thief roared and used all his strength to mobilize his fighting spirit, holding the sword with both hands and suddenly raised it upwards!
boom!
Crack! Under the collision, the flaming sword suddenly bent into an exaggerated arc, and the magic runes on it flashed and burst into a ball of fire before collapsing completely. Then the sword body pressed down and hit his shoulder. The enchanted scales resisted the blade, but could not absorb the impact.

The overwhelming force forced the armored horse thief to kneel on one knee, and also smashed his shoulder. He couldn't suppress a scream and burst out of his mouth: "Ah——!!!"

"Go to hell!" Mosing Gan turned the sword and stabbed it into his head!
puff--

Blood gushed out, and the scale-armored horse thief's twisted face froze. In the last moment of his life, he still stared at Mosing Gan, with unwillingness written all over his face.

How could a first-level extraordinary person have such great strength?!
He was not the only one who had similar doubts.

"Blood Maniac" Lawson, a first-level bloody knight, is one of the leaders under Heleti.

His mood at this moment was as depressed as this dark and bloody battlefield!
He had just led the team into the formation through the breach and was about to start killing, but a close confidant beside him was killed on the spot!

The worst thing was that the man retreated after one strike, so he couldn’t even catch his shadow!

"Come out, come out!!!" Lawson shouted loudly, but his voice was quickly drowned out in the chaotic environment.

A feeling of thirst filled his heart. Lawson swallowed a few times and gradually became excited as he smelled the blood in the air.

"Not coming out? Then don't blame me!"

He let out a low growl from his throat, spurred his horse, and charged towards a sword and shield soldier who was huddled on the ground and trembling.

If you don't come out, I will force you to come out!

The long sword in his hand was wrapped in a dark red bloody light.

Just as the long knife was about to pass over the throat of the gunman, the latter suddenly stood up!

The shield was covered with a layer of dark brown fighting spirit light.

The earth is fighting!

So you're hiding here! ?

There was a hint of surprise in Lawson's eyes, but it immediately turned into a grim smile. With the bonus of the warhorse's speed, let alone the earth's fighting spirit, even the steel fighting spirit would be poked a hole by him!
But at this moment, there seemed to be a sound of wind beside him, and then the warhorse under his crotch let out a wail and suddenly fell forward.

Lawson was experienced and remained calm despite the panic. He stood up from the ground with a roll, holding the long sword in both hands, and looked around vigilantly. He was shocked to find a leather-armored swordsman standing where his warhorse had been before, with the long sword in his hand still wrapped in green fighting spirit light.

Stormy fighting!

The appearance of the two extraordinary people made him quite nervous. He faced them while retreating backwards hoping to reunite with his men.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, followed by a burning pain that penetrated his bones, and all the strength in his body disappeared at this moment.

The tip of the sword penetrated the armor and appeared on the chest, with red flames burning on it.

Three extraordinary beings!? How could there be so many!?
This was his last thought.

Goyle, Link and Simon looked at each other, nodded, and then dispersed, looking for their next target.

The most intense battle undoubtedly revolved around the only two second-level warriors on the battlefield.

Jose brandished a scimitar and led his trusted horse thieves to charge repeatedly, constantly passing by Eric and slashing down with dark green poisonous fighting spirit. Eric held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and mobilized his fighting spirit to intercept with all his strength.

"Hehe, the second-level steel fighting spirit is indeed much stronger than that old man Eugene!" After being blocked by Eric again, Jose stopped his horse and smiled: "How about it, are you interested in joining our Lord Heleti?"

"With the tactical qualities and strength you showed today, you are more than enough to beat Eugene by ten blocks. By then, your status in the entire Scorpion Nest will be equal to mine, second only to Lord Sand King!"

Eric's face was gloomy, with a hint of sneer on his face: "What kind of title is 'Sand King'? How come I have never heard of it?"

"...You'd better keep your mouth shut." Jose's lips twitched. "Now it's a chaotic battle. Although your tactics are good, your soldiers are no match for us!"

"I could have fought with you here until all your men were killed. By then, I wouldn't have invited you so nicely like I am now."

Eric snorted, "Then we'll talk about it when the time comes!"

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand was infused with iron fighting spirit and smashed down suddenly with a glow!

Shine——

Flames burst out, and dark green fighting spirit stained the blade, causing patches of rust, but they were immediately repaired by the iron fighting spirit.

"Corrupted and poisonous fighting spirit naturally restrains steel. Your fighting spirit cannot outlast mine!" Jose pointed at Visdon who was still standing there in a daze. "Are you going to sacrifice your life just for a useless baron who can't do anything?"

"None of your business." Eric said coldly.

"Haha, good!" Jose gave an order: "I'll hold Eric back, and you go chop him up for me!"

At a command, more than a dozen of his trusted men immediately turned their horses around, held their scimitars at an angle, and rushed towards Visdon at high speed.

But the latter still didn't react at all.

This was not the first time he felt the taste of death so close, but it was the first time he knew how cruel war was.

Broken limbs, blood and flesh, and the cries of people and horses were as mournful as ghosts from hell.

He wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to go; he wanted to charge, but he couldn't swing the reins.

It was as if he was trapped in an inescapable nightmare, leaving him in a dilemma and unable to move even a finger!

The scimitar was getting closer and closer, and the first horse thief could already see his own reflection in Visdon's eyes.

He adjusted the angle and swung the scimitar, and with just one blow he was able to cut off the head of the "Baron".

The two horses were getting closer and closer. The blood-eyed warhorse under Weston's crotch kept stepping on the spot restlessly. It didn't understand why its master hadn't moved yet.

The scimitar passed over the mane of the blood-eyed warhorse.

Heading straight for Visdon's throat.

boom--

A loud bang erupted!
Along with it came Eric's heart-wrenching roar:

"Don't stand there, you are Baron Raven now!!!"

At this time, Visdon finally woke up. He saw the enchanted steel shield fall in front of him, and watched the horse thief's deformed scimitar pass by him.

My heart started beating faster than ever before.

The second horse thief was about to rush in front of him!

Jose finally realized that this person was not Raven. He laughed loudly at Eric who threw out the shield, "Haha, Baron Raven, is this all you can do?"

"No..." Weston tore open his cracked lips and stammered.

The moment the horse thief rushed in front of him, Weisdong roared from the bottom of his heart:
"Don't you dare insult my dad!!!"

Then he grabbed the half-sword at his waist and slashed forward indiscriminately!
This scene was beyond the horse thief's expectations, but in his opinion, the sword was useless in terms of both force and angle, and only the timing mattered.

He adjusted the angle of his scimitar and rushed forward, full of confidence. With the help of the horse's speed, not to mention a mortal, even a first-level extraordinary person would not be able to withstand this attack!
But when the swords collided, his face suddenly became extremely ugly. A huge force came from the scimitar, shaking his arm, causing his wrist to turn over, with the back of his hand stuck tightly to his forearm, and half of his wrist had been torn open!

A puff of blood fell into Weston's eyes, covering his entire vision. He looked down at his arm and recalled the scene when he was firmly controlled by Anderson.

He whispered to himself: "Horse thieves...nothing more!"

Then he suddenly raised his head and roared:
"I! Am! A natural born warrior!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already urged his horse to move forward. Instead of passively taking the beating, he took the initiative to charge towards the third horse thief!

At this time, his face was covered with blood, his expression was ferocious, full of murderous intent, and with deep hatred, the enchanted half-sword in his hand was held up, with extraordinary power.

The third horse thief felt his heart skip a beat. He was so afraid to fight that he used the "hiding in the stirrup" technique at the moment when the two horses met, and hung on the side of the horse.

However, the next moment, he saw a sword blade appear in front of him.

What Visdon wanted to chop down was not a person, but a war horse!

The sword blade cut into the horse's head, went through it, and cut the warhorse's head in half!

The warhorse collapsed to the ground, but still slid due to inertia, dragging the horse thief under it, causing him to break bones and bleed profusely, and almost crushing him into a meat pie.

Without stopping, Visdon clamped his legs together and continued to face the next horse thief.

However, after seeing the tragic death of his companion, the fourth horse thief turned his horse around and deviated from the direction!

When Jose saw this scene, he felt angry, hateful, and painful.

These are all his trusted followers brought up by him!

"You're distracted!" The sound of breaking air came together with Eric's voice.

Jose subconsciously raised his sword to meet the enemy, and the dark green corrosive fighting spirit exploded like fireworks, falling on Eric's weapons and armor, leaving large traces of rust, but was once again dispelled and repaired by the iron fighting spirit.

"I want to see how much fighting spirit you have to fight with me!" Jose grinned, and suddenly pulled his left hand from his waist, holding a nine-section whip in his hand.

He swung his left hand suddenly, and Eric raised his sword to meet it. The enchanted sword failed to cut off the nine-section whip, but was instead entangled by it.

The dark green fighting spirit exploded from Jose's hands, surging wildly along the nine-section whip and flowing onto the enchanted sword.

Click...

The dark green fighting spirit, as rich as liquid, wrapped around the sword, and red and black rust spread instantly. With a crisp sound, iron filings flew everywhere, and the enchanted sword broke into two pieces!
Then, Jose held out the scimitar in his right hand, and Eric took down the bloody long sword from the saddle and was about to meet it, but as soon as the two swords touched, the blade in the former's hand lightly retreated backwards.

It turned out to be a feint!
Jose stretched out his left hand and wrapped the nine-section whip around Eric's neck, just like a poisonous scorpion in the desert drilling out of the sand and stinging its prey with its claws.

"This is the poison hook." Jose showed a ferocious smile on his face, and his fighting spirit flowed along the nine-section whip: "Enjoy your death!!!"

The full body plate armor has almost no weaknesses, but under the influence of the corrosive and poisonous fighting spirit, it is nothing more than a thin layer of straw paper.

However, the body of a second-level transcendent is not as tough as armor!

However, the next moment, the expression on his face froze.

Because no matter how he channeled his fighting spirit, a brighter fighting spirit light would emerge from Eric's body. With his neck as the center, the rust continued to expand, but was constantly covered by the light silver light!

The two of them were in a stalemate!
"How could this happen!?" Jose gritted his teeth and shouted, "We are both second-level fighting spirit, and the poison is most effective against steel. How can you possibly compete with me in consumption!?"

Eric looked at him with an ambiguous smile on his face.

How can you understand the enhancement that the Baron gave me? !

Jose's heart tightened. He didn't expect that he would fail in the area he was best at!
He still had a scimitar in his hand, but like Eric, he now had to concentrate on maintaining the output of his fighting spirit and had no energy to be distracted.

When the thickness of the fighting qi is being tested most directly like this, whoever withdraws first will suffer the recoil of the fighting qi, and will be seriously injured if not killed!

"Stop chasing!" Jose shouted to his confidants, "Come back and chop this iron turtle into pieces!"

But after more than ten seconds, he did not hear the sound of his confidants' horse hooves.

"You didn't even listen to my orders. Do you want to die?!"

But still no response!
"Are you looking for them?" A head was thrown in front of him, and the expression on his face was frozen with unwillingness to die!
Jose felt a chill running from his back to his head—Lawson, he was dead! ?
Then, several more heads were thrown in front of him.

Some had faces filled with terror, some with anger, and some with fear...

Of the six first-level transcendents who came out with him this time, the heads of four of them are here!

He turned around and looked around, and found that there were three extraordinary people approaching him, and the weapons in their hands were burning with various colors of fighting spirit!

Seeing the increasingly bright smile on Eric's face, Jose gritted his teeth and said, "Good, very good... you win today! But this is just the beginning. When Lord Sand King attacks, you will regret it. It is better to lose to me today!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly released the nine-section steel whip.

The dark green fighting spirit disappeared, and the light silver fighting spirit rushed back, like a group of stars blooming in the snow!
Although he let go quickly enough, Eric's iron fighting spirit still poured into his palm.

White marks appeared on Jose's hands, and drops of blood oozed out. As his fingers twitched slightly, the sharp fighting spirit brought with it a terrifying cutting force, causing three fingers on his left hand to be cut off in an instant. The palms and backs of his hands were torn and blood was flowing!

"Ah..." Suppressing the scream in his throat, Jose turned his horse's head and rushed down the mountain without saying a word!

"Leave him!!!" Eric yelled.

Without him saying anything, the three extraordinary people were already prepared.

While the warhorse was still unable to speed up, Simon flew forward and slashed at the horse's legs.

But at this time, Jose also showed superb skills that matched his status. He held the reins with his right hand, and came to the side as if he was thrown off the horse. He kicked Simon in the chest fiercely. The corrupt and poisonous fighting spirit corroded the leather armor on Simon's chest, and the remaining force made him fly backwards.

At the same time, Link also rushed forward, holding a long sword, jumped high and slashed at the horse's head.

But Jose suddenly loosened the reins, and at an almost impossible angle, he went around from under the horse's belly to in front of Link, and slashed forward with the scimitar wrapped in fighting spirit, forcing Link to draw his sword to defend himself.

Stupid!
The two weapons collided with each other, the fire restrained the corruption, Link's weapon was not damaged, but Jose also used the recoil force to sit back on the horse!

Without stopping, he wrapped the scimitar in his right hand with fighting spirit and threw it towards Gall, forcing him to retreat!

After the fight just now, only bones were left in his left hand, and his forearm was covered in blood!

However, he finally rushed back to the downstream of Fangmapo.

"Eugene!" Jose shouted at the top of his lungs, "Cover me!!!"

The shrewd and cautious Eugene had been staying outside the battle line. When he heard Jose's call and saw him riding towards him, he hesitated.

If Jose died here, he would be second only to the Scorpion Nest!
But this selfish thought was fleeting. He knew how much Heleti valued Jose. If Jose was really killed here because of him, Eugene would not have an easy life.

Thinking of this, he immediately ordered: "Rush in and open the gap!"

But it was too late, because Eugene suddenly saw a figure appear in front of Jose's horse.

Jose was also riding a first-level magical beast, the Blood-Eyed Warhorse. This kind of magical beast had no innate magic, and all it relied on was its terrifying brute force!

Especially when the speed reaches its limit, even an ordinary second-level knight cannot stop it!

But the figure still stood in front of the warhorse, with only a thin shield in his hand!

At this time, Jose had already accelerated to the limit. He didn't want to take a detour, nor could he take a detour. If he was caught up by someone, he would surely die in his current state!
"Go away!"

Jose shouted loudly.

A sneer appeared on Moxing Gan's lips. He infused his arms with life energy and knelt on one knee, as if he wanted to use his own life to stop the warhorse!
"Then die!" Jose roared madly and pulled the reins.

The blood-eyed warhorse raised its front hooves and kicked towards Mosing Gan fiercely!

A sneer broke out on the latter's face, and his right hand hidden behind the shield suddenly picked up a spear from the bloody and dirty ground.

Broken meat, residual snow, and ice chips fell off the gun barrel and dispersed into a dirty mist. The gun tip was raised high and aimed at the warhorse's throat!
A look of fear appeared on Jose's face, but it was too late for him to regain control of his horse!

boom--

puff--

The shield in Mosingam's hand also broke into pieces, and the whole person flew back and rolled on the ground, his life or death unknown.

However, just a moment before that, the tip of the spear had already pierced into the neck of the blood-eyed warhorse, came out from the back, and pierced through Jose's chest under the huge force of the impact!
The huge impact force caused the tail of the spear to be firmly embedded in the ground. The warhorse fell dead to the ground, and "Poison Hook" Jose was hung on the spear tip like a rag.

"Ugh..." Blood kept spurting out of Jose's mouth and nose. He scratched the gun barrel with his only intact right hand, trying to put himself down, but he could only leave a few pale marks with his fingernails, which were quickly covered by his own blood.

At the last moment of his life, he opened his bloodshot eyes, wanting to see who was blocking his way to survival.

The man sat up from the ground and spat out blood mixed with minced meat:

"My name is...Mosingan."

Nobody.

José wanted to say so, but at that moment the life completely left him.

His arms hung limply, dangling and shedding blood.

Eric, who came on horseback, grabbed the spear with both hands and raised it high: "Jose is dead!!!"

The next moment, Visdon and others shouted in unison: "Jose is dead!!!"

After a brief silence, all the surviving Eagle Soldiers on the battlefield spoke in unison:

"Jose is dead!!!"

Silence, overwhelming silence.

Then came the sound of galloping horses.

"retreat--"

Eugene, escape!

The bandits who were originally entangled with the Eagle Army were stunned, and then they scattered! !
"Hey." Mosingan, who was sitting on the ground, slowly turned around and looked at their fleeing figures with a mocking smile on his face: "So, you guys can run away too!"

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)